Revised For The Premier Contest,
My fate past death and judgment of my soul stirs up deep thoughts more often as I age. Will promises beyond life's final stage, well-shaped by faith, grant Heaven as my goal? I dream I died- the darkness is so still- but suddenly swirls into beams aglow that sweeps me up on rays of boundless flow into the mist of God's almighty Will. With Him, I feel dear loved ones and their glee embrace my soul, and with no voice- appear to speak in silence, sensing my replies- as angel spirits too, now welcome me. I wake at peace with closure to my fear. With God, I'll be, as my strong faith implies.
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